Luyện nghe bài hát Hostile

[sermon doing a high-pitched
sermon is coming up... I see him! I see him!

[erick
up

"you're hostile..."
"i got a to be hostile!"

stewart]
Ladies and gentlemen, are you
Help me to the stage the grandmaster
The heavyweight of hip-hop
The funklord, you know him as the green bandit
Ladies and gentlemen... the mc grand
sermon!

[erick
It's the e (who? ) the funklord, God damn
Yo I'm swingin more than tarzan (word em up)
I the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard
Some say my rap style is
Whoahh, I tear the frame out the
Daddy's home, the owner of the (yeah yeah)
Yo, my concepts is wicked; the wicked witch
Couldn't get the switch, the ugly bitch (word em up)
to reach my peak this week, and rock a ill technique
So y'all can freak out sheep
The from brentwood, yes I'm doing awesome
You see me call steve austin (hehehehehe)
For protection, go sit in the r&b section
For this
Cause I'm real boy you better believe it word
Straight from the boondocks, a.k.a., the
Peace to the underground, I create my sound
That's doper than "spellbound" (word)
My time's up, so what the slouch? (yeah)
be back, for now I'm out (word up!)

"you're hostile..."
[jeff
And now "i right to be hostile!"
Introducing, the man with the flyest style on the planet
"you're hostile..."
"i gotta to be hostile!"
Straight from l.o.d., ave
"you're hostile..."
The one and only philly king
"i right to be hostile!"
"you're hostile..."
"i right to be hostile!"

murray]
Keith murray's, comin from the north south east and
Rhymin to death, a world when I take a deep breath
With a boom bash, my paragraph a trey-deuce
Human behavior in a
Ooooh, I might lose my cool, and fool
And pull out my get busy
I write a mad journalist
To funk, that's deeper a bottomless spliff (that's my word)
The most beautifullest in this world
Is my notion, for murderous in motion
And the illiotic shit I across
Form a leash trapped in with explosive force
I push your through the cracks of sanity
And leave your brain doin a bid in
ninety-six degrees in the shade
Before I blood on my blade
I my frustration to the stage
And gets open dope and bumblin rumblin tracks
When I rap my jams be packed a laundromat
My context'll your whole concept
Cause my is so complex
And I'm on plastic
With the superdistinguish that I
I'm strung at the top of my lung
With my tongue makin hardcore niggaz get dumb
My dialogue straight from the slums
Damnage to medula, cerebrum and cerebellum
If ya got a crew ya tell em

stewart]
("hostile" sample set in background)
Ladies and gentlemen, what just witnessed
Is the skills of erick sermon.. and keith murray
Coming to an album near you
has been another erick sermon production
This is jeff signing off, and until next time saying...
God damn!!!